Romans & histoires Angry Thor

Melanie My chest burned, my throat constricted, and my heart felt like it had been ripped from me, stomped on, and thrown into a fire. Alpha Mason Blackthorn, my childhood tormentor, my mate, and now the one who rejected me had left me hollow. The pain of the severed bond was a gnawing ache, but it wasn’t what consumed me the most. It was the anger. Blazing, unrelenting anger. It rose within me, hotter than Delona’s infamous fireballs, fueled by heartbreak and humiliation. I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms as I glared at Mason’s retreating figure. My vision blurred, but not from tears—it was something else entirely.

With a pointed finger, I couldn't contain my anger any longer and demanded, "You need to leave." In a fit of rage, Brenda stormed out of my room, slamming the door behind her. I was left seething with anger. Her intrusion had been not only frustrating but infuriating. I couldn't believe she had pressured me into a relationship I wanted no part in, especially inside my own home.

Hooray. “How are you doing, Juniper?” Angus asks as he approaches me and Euan. “I’m good, sort of want to go home already.” I sign. “Totally understand that. Crowds have never been your thing.” He signs back while laughing. “How is Royal Gamma training going?” “Can’t complain, but this whole sorting out the warrior schedules and shit is seriously a nightmare.” I giggle, knowing that Angus has never been the most organized individual, which is a huge departure from his father’s personality. He probably gets it from his mother, Lucia, who is a spell caster from Khisfire.

Falco sat down on the grass, patted the spot next to him. I hesitated, then joined him. The ground was cool through my dress, damp from yesterday's rain. "Here's the thing," he said, staring up at the sky. "The wolf's not your problem. The anger is. And until you figure out how to deal with it without choking on it, Thorn's going to keep acting out." "How am I supposed to do that?" It came out sharper than I meant. "Just stop being angry?"

Kent growled, and his breath moved my loose blonde hair. “Change back. Change back now!” I demanded. He was scary. Probably more than the wolf that attacked me. Thankfully, the fur dissipated back into skin and his wolfish features turned back to manly ones, as two of his four arms turned back into arms and he was standing upright again. Naked.

Angry. I swallowed the knot in my throat. “Do not touch me!”

Somewhere away from the spire. “It’s just a structure,” Thor said. “We get there, we touch it, we’re done.” “Is your wolf okay?” I asked. “With the spire?” Thor shrugged. Me and my wolf, Maul, we don’t get along so well. He doesn’t talk to me much. But then Thor went silent. “Actually,” he said. “No, he’s not okay with it. He’s recoiling.” “What do you think this means?” I asked.

Jake The man tied to the chair clenched his jaw when Jake opened the door and stepped inside. Nitro and K-9 were seated a few feet away from him, talking in low voices, each with a beer in their hands. “Wrath,” Nitro said. “I appreciate you keeping him alive,” Jake said. “So, it’s true. You’re not patched but you’re affiliated with these fucking Warriors,” the man said, and spat on the floor. The patch on his vest read ‘Pusher’ and ‘Member’.

towards me and grabbed an old hay fork off the ground, “Think about your anger. Think about your emotions you are feeling right this moment and thrust those at her. Think of your emotions as a ball of fire and hurl it as hard as you can at her!” I got up and held my arms out wide and let anger consume me. The smell of burning coal wafted through my nose and streaks of fire ran up my arms and danced playfully up my neck. I thought about all the times I lost friends, all the lies I had been told, and all the pent up hate I had in my heart, “Holy shit…” I opened my eyes and saw Thorn’s mouth gaping open. I felt tingling in my hands and looked down and saw a floating giant ball of fire and blac

He choked on his words as I swiftly grabbed his hand, snapped it and shoved his face into the porcelain by the dresser. Staring at the bones poking out of the wailing doctor, my breath became hotter than fire. "What the fucking hell did you do that for?! Is becoming the worst beast of history worth this madness, Huh?" He jabbed his finger into my chest while holding my fierce gaze. "You should be licking my feet right now for peeling your pathetic future off that beast sent from hell!" "You better shut your fucking mouth up before I rip it off!" "You dare challenge me, Thorien?! Don't make me release my wrath on you that you'll forever regret you crossed your boundaries!"